“Mmmm, being a nice pair of tits like this idiot sounds pretty good,” Gwen smiled as she pressed a finger into the soft flesh of Stella’s left breast. “But unlike him I don’t want to become a mindless bunch of flesh.”
“Oooh, that desire is popular today,” Stella cooed while holding onto Gwen tightly. “You sure you want to give up everything to become a couple lumps of flesh on some chick’s body?”
“I don’t want to become any lumps of flesh,” Gwen admitted while staring Stella in the eye. “I don’t want to be attached to someone until they become old and I sag. Yuck. I want to be able to think, change owners whenever I please, and influence my host so I don’t wind up spending a Friday night in.”
“Kinky,” Stella commented before her eyes flared red and Gwen started to feel all tingly. “Say goodbye to your body.”
“Mmmm,” Gwen moaned as she ran her hands down her form one last time, her long silky hair, her sexy hips, across her breasts, down her cheeks, and then across her fingers. She wouldn’t have hands any longer, but eh, she wanted to be a rocking pair of titties. Her vision started to fade as her new life began and she let loose a final pretty smile before vanishing.